Trysha Ortiz

Oh, Hey

noreply@blogger.com (Trysha) — Tue, 28 Feb 2012 04:01:00 +0000

What do you know? I can still log in and type. Phew...I think I was allergic to blogging for a few months there. It's embarrassing how long it's been since I've blogged anything. But I've caught the bug again and whoa, I have a lot to share with you...
So I'll leave you with a teaser or two.
Then in another six months, I might let you see the rest of them. ;-)
(Or you can always check out my Facebook or Flickr or Instagram (username: Trysha_ or...or...or...)

And I could make these smaller...but why?

What's In The Box?

noreply@blogger.com (Trysha) — Wed, 13 Jul 2011 05:32:00 +0000

Oh yeah...I posted a teaser oh about a zillion months ago about a box I found in my parents barn attic.

Going through boxes in my parents attic was a hodge-podge of jobs past. There were Anchor Blue boxes, paper boxes pilfered from an old office job and Outback Steakhouse boxes. Yup, that good old dark bushwhacker bread comes in some pretty sturdy boxes. {My favorite job joke; the salads at Outback are layered with lettuce, dressing and then the toppings....so when we brought the salad out to the table and people asked "Where's the dressing?" we would reply "Down Under." hahahahaha! Get it? Outback? Down Under? It makes me LOL every single time.}

After 10 years, I hadn't really thought of any of the boxes other than cringing every Christmas when my mom would have to get in the barn and move them around. Oh yeah...those boxes. The ones I should move from her place to mine. What are in half of those boxes anyway?? Old yearbooks, books, college textbooks...meh. Stuff. Junk. Nothing I missed.

Trigonometry homework from 1998? What am I ever going to do with that???

I went to college...once. A long time ago.

What color is that lipstick? My junior year of high school. 1997-1998

Except this box. I knew this box was up there. I knew which Outback Steakhouse box it was and where I had put it. I had asked my mom repeatedly about This. Specific. Box. Instead I kept getting boxes with crap in them. Utter crap. {Hello 1994 Pearl Jam concert tickets. I didn't even like Pearl Jam.} Every time we moved, which is A LOT, and my parents helped I asked her to bring me the box. So finally on this last move from Las Cruces to Carlsbad {which actually required two moves, one from our house to her house and then to Carlsbad. Let me just say that moving your stuff twice in just as many months stinks.Why on Earth is our couch sooooooo heavy?!} I got my butt up that ladder and pulled out alllllllll my old boxes.

I am a true child of 90s music. Original No Doubt, Everclear, Green Day. That Madonna tape is a fluke. I plead the fifth on that one. Unfortunately so many of the cases didn't have the discs. I had them in my car and when that car was stolen, so were all my cd's. RIP Beastie Boys collection. I hope who ever stole my car looked at my cd's and thought "she has good taste." But probably not since it was found 4 days later with over 1,000 miles and Mexico plates on it.

My husband and I had a good time going through all the music and reminiscing. He's 5 years older than me, so he would say something like "That Green Day cd came out when I was a senior in high school" and I'd say "I bought it in the seventh grade."

So there you have it, the contents of the mystery box I posted about back in September that you have certainly forgotten about but I never did.

Yvonne & Madison {Family Session}

noreply@blogger.com (Trysha) — Mon, 16 May 2011 19:40:00 +0000

Ready for a Six-Degrees-of Kevin-Bacon like story, but with less degrees and no Kevin Bacon? Yvonne is Sharae's Aunt. {That was kind of a big build up to that revelation, wasn't it?}

When I met with Sharae for her portrait session, Yvonne asked me about taking pictures of her and her daughter, Madison. I honestly admit, I am very very jealous of Yvonne's hair...and her jewelery was super adorable too. And did I mention that they are absolutely gorgeous girls? Absolutely beautiful. My mom even called me after seeing the photos on Facebook, "OMG, what gorgeous girls!"

Madison is definitely a Mini-Sharae. She is sassy and I love it!

I know her hair is in her face, but I like it. So there. ;)

Sharae

noreply@blogger.com (Trysha) — Sat, 14 May 2011 06:56:00 +0000

Sharae's family calls her Sunshine. After hanging out with her for, oh about 30 seconds, it's easy to see why. I came up with another nickname for her: Sassy.

Anissa {Senior}

noreply@blogger.com (Trysha) — Tue, 10 May 2011 19:20:00 +0000

Oh goodness! I adore this girl. I met with Anissa all of 3 minutes before I started shooting and I was instantly smitten with her. She is so sweet and has this overall feeling of calm about her.

She also showed me how to get to the Train Bridge and pointed out that Church Street Grill has good nachos, but Sno To Go has bood burgers AND snow cones. Who doesn't love a good snow cone?

Anissa will graduate next May, in 2012 and she plans to stay in Carlsbad and attend NMSU-C (on the hill) for nursing. I tell you what, the nursing profession has a fantastic prospect right here.

Sneak Peek{s}

noreply@blogger.com (Trysha) — Thu, 28 Apr 2011 04:58:00 +0000

I had a fantabulous evening with these two wonderful girls. I cannot wait to show you the rest of the photos. But for now, a sneak peek...

Making My Husband Cry "Uncle"

noreply@blogger.com (Trysha) — Fri, 18 Mar 2011 23:31:00 +0000

Please, I just need, like...five minutes. Please please please....

I begged my husband the other night for just five minutes, that's all I needed to blurt out what I needed for a short video. I knew it wouldn't be fancy, but I didn't need it to be. I just needed a few minutes because I couldn't hold the phone (Yes, I used my Blackberry to make a video. I know you are absolutely astounded by the video quality. lol) and flip my hair around at the same time.

The way I see it, who better to send to Seattle for a photography business workshop than a coffee-addicted mom? I can't be picked if I don't submit a video, right?

My husband actually considered making his own video begging Jasmine and creativeLIVE to pick me so he can stop filming me. Poor guy...it was definitely more than "just five minutes."

Welcome To Carlsbad

noreply@blogger.com (Trysha) — Wed, 02 Mar 2011 17:13:00 +0000

I really want to share photos of our new hometown, but I'm waiting until the weather gets nicer and everything is a little bit greener. Right now we are at the beginning of what I'll call "Brown Season." We have nasty wind storms and combined with dry land, we have lots of dust. It turns the sky brown and coats everything. This is when my husband prefers to have the windows open. Sigh.

I'm still waiting for the first signs of Spring to start blooming. There aren't buds on the trees, no sign of new grass. We're in the between stages of seasons. No snow, no grass.

Yesterday was nice before the wind picked up. The sky was an absolutely beautiful shade of blue and the river was visible running through town. (Obviously it's not visible in the photo. LOL. It's a small town and I'm going to have to pace myself so I can show you more than five photos and be done.)

We went for a drive over C Hill and I caught this coming down. Yes, I was driving and using my camera at the same time. On a winding hill. I live on the edge.

{I'm going to start publishing larger images on the blog. I don't think it's a layout issue if you're viewing through a reader, but it's a little wonky on the blog itself. One day I'll put on my deal-with-it hat, but that day is not today. LOL}

I'm A Ginger

noreply@blogger.com (Trysha) — Fri, 25 Feb 2011 18:49:00 +0000

Oh hi, remember me? The girl who used to take pictures and shot a wedding that one time? Ring a bell? Is this thing on?

It's definitely time I start updating this blog more often and since we moved I really want to introduce you to my small town. But later. Today I want to share you something that even shocked me. Ready?

I'm a redhead.

Like really red, redhead. Like took-me-by-surprise-when-I-saw-the-photo redhead.

That's me in the foreground, in case you happened to miss the blazing RED hair. No dye, no highlights. All natural.

I always knew I had red hair, but I guess the older I got the more disillusioned I became. I thought that my hair was "browning" a little. Mellowing from RED to a brown with red highlights.

Not. Even. Close.

{photo taken by the brides sister's friend}

Cole and Lisa: Mesilla Wedding

noreply@blogger.com (Trysha) — Wed, 15 Dec 2010 05:18:00 +0000

Cole and Lisa's day was filled with so many special moments. So many moments that I can recall without going back through photos. You really could feel the love all day. Lisa's father walking her down the aisle, Cole putting the ring on the wrong finger...Everyone who came to celebrate Cole and Lisa's love.

Lisa put together all the details of the wedding. Every single detail was handled by Lisa. She came prepared with her dress, shoes, bouquets and her glue gun.

Lisa wore a beautiful empire-waist gown with simple yet amazing details that truly reflected her style. She had posted photos on her facebook of several dresses and then "THIS IS THE ONE!" When you know, you know.

1931 Ford owned by the Grooms Parents.

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The suits were amazing! It was obvious that Cole felt good in his suit.

I have to end with this photo of my Aunt and Uncle (the Grooms Parents) dancing. Pretty much sums up all the awesomeness that runs in our family.

I must be a crazy person

noreply@blogger.com (Trysha) — Fri, 24 Sep 2010 05:17:00 +0000

September officially marked the month I began launching this whole photography business. September is also officially the last month we will be living in this house. Only a crazy person would try to launch a business and move in the same month.

Hi. I'm Trysha and I serve crazy on a daily basis.

I have had a hectic month; packing, throwing, washing, re-packing and branding. I am so blessed to have Lisa (I know I keep talking about Lisa Lisa Lisa, but people, she is AMAZING!). She sat and listened to my zany ideas, took my incoherent rambling and made it into something tangible. Then I scrapped the whole thing and she made what I wanted better.

All while I packed the kitchen.

I really want to devote a whole blog post on how I have come up with my branding concept, but that will have to wait. At least until the business cards come in.

In the mean time I found a really fun box in storage at my parents house that I packed at least 10 years ago. I pulled it out of the barn attic and sneezed off the accumulated dust and golden light, fairy dust and magic came out of the box. Wanna know what was in it?

Stay tuned. :)

Perspective

noreply@blogger.com (Trysha) — Tue, 07 Sep 2010 04:52:00 +0000

I blew up my husbands car. I'm not quite sure why I'm blaming myself and he certainly doesn't blame me, but I was sitting in the passenger seat at the time of said radiator explosion. Okay, so EXPLOSION is a bit of an exaggeration. There was a smell (antifreeze), a POP followed by a horrible hisssssssssss and steam. Lots and lots of steam.

I made a phone call to my Dad. At times of crisis and when I really need something a phone call sounds like this. "So...um...Daddy...I'm-not-sure-what-happened,-I-was-just-sitting-in-the-car-and-it-exploded-and-there-was-a-bad-sound-and-steam-and-I-think-I-smell-antifreeze." Deep breath. "Can you come get us?"

Then I followed up my Friday melodrama with a trip to the DMV. Because no bad day is complete without a trip to the good 'ol Department of Motor Vehicles.

They. couldn't. help. me.

I went to Starbucks and ordered a Venti Pumpkin Spice latte.

All my husband had to say about a split radiator, a botched trip to the DMV (which, lets face it, has to be the worst kind of trip to the DMV) and my meltdown prior to my latte was "I'm just glad we got to spend this messed up day together."

Hi, Perspective. I'm Trysha. So glad my husband introduced us. :)

*Lisa, my lovely lovely Lisa...Do you think we could do something about this blog layout? (and when I say we, I actually do mean...uh...you. Pretty please? LOL) Look, the photo doesn't even fit and making the photo smaller, well that just won't do, will it? :)

Score: 4-6

noreply@blogger.com (Trysha) — Mon, 30 Aug 2010 05:21:00 +0000

"Wanna play air hockey?"

A bell goes off in my head. My competition bell. Board games, trivia games, Mario Kart Wii and air hockey. My competitive side come out. I WILL get more Trivial Pursuit pie pieces before you. I will out trivia, out race and out hockey you. No holds barred. No matter how big you are.

My middle son, Brandon, and I went to a birthday party today and it was such a good time. And I totally let him win...the second game.

Wedding: Two Months

noreply@blogger.com (Trysha) — Thu, 26 Aug 2010 06:25:00 +0000

I'm shooting my first wedding in two months and if I can be frankly honest (because this is an honest space) I feel like throwing up every time I think about it.

I may have also cried in my pillow...and the shower.

My dear husband, who is taking the roll of stork/cheerleader, calms me and tells me that I am ready.

"Lisa chose YOU. She liked the engagement photos. SHE wants YOU there."

I blubber on about how I don't have the right lenses or speedlight. I have no Pocket Wizards or off camera set-up at all. My camera could use an upgrade.

And then all the insecurities of shooting the wedding snowballs and it turns into a full-on meltdown of how I don't have the right shoes, clothes or hair. It's like I'm in the 7th grade again.

He pats my head, makes me coffee and lets me show him for the umpteenth time which lenses and speedlights I want, what camera body to upgrade to. He promises a pedicure, haircut and highlight before the wedding.

Lisa, I pray I don't screw this up; but if I do at least my hair will look good.

Just Jump

noreply@blogger.com (Trysha) — Thu, 26 Aug 2010 04:58:00 +0000

Yes, I have a lame stock template.
Yes, I have a blogspot.com domain.
But I have a camera and a dream/goal/plan.

I have written, deleted and re-written this first post about 6 times. I am shooting a wedding. Yes, someone actually asked me to shoot their wedding. After I picked my jaw up off the floor I texted her back "are you sure?" I shoot things like my kids, my dog and what I made for dinner. And none of it is particularly, overwhelmingly entrancing. Yes, I have cool shots of my boys, dumb stuff my dog does and some French toast I made. None of that makes me a wedding photographer.

I offered Lisa, who is my first Bride, a free engagement/family session. If she didn't like it, cool. Maybe there's one or two photos she did like and can print for herself. If she DID like it; well then let's talk, girlfriend. Last week I went to her house and the entire wall was filled with photos that I took.

I'm jumping around but point is: she liked me, hired me and I'm shooting her wedding in October. And then I'll be shooting a maternity session in December. And another maternity session when I chat with Melissa and can figure out when we can get together (oh. Surprise Melissa! For part of your baby shower gift I want to give you and Tony a Maternity Session.) I hope to entice a friend of my husband, who recently got engaged, to let me shoot an engagement session.

I have a plan. Not a clear path, but I feel like I finally have a tangible hold on my dream. Some days this dream feels bigger than I am.

I believe if you put positive things out there, positive things will come back. You have to fail to succeed but first you gotta jump in.

I'm ready to jump.

(And because posts are better with pictures)
Two of my kids:

The third kid:

Dumb stuff Dug does:

French Toast: